From the Wooden Casket

her fingers play like spiders nimbly dancing on a web of iron it lies on the smoothest rosewood her prey is built of horsehair such powerful vibrations! such music to her ears! quickly her prey dances back and forth tho never does she escape the wooden casket sings songs of old still the iron waves dance nimbly does our spider creep and back to her position And once again the horsehair prey Dances to the casket song They waltz to the beat to the spider legs Until they cannot dance anymore